Delice laid there on the bed, surrounded by absolute darkness as she wept. George’s words echoed in her mind over and over again. She pulled the pillow over her head and wept into it.
It was terrible to feel so alone, even though she knew she wasn't. Her daughter loved her and every moment they spent together made up for how much time they had lost. Aunt Alice was starting to accept her and Zezi wasn't making anything difficult for her.
Not just that but she had been really lucky not to have been executed for treason and Laura and the manipulative White Circle was no longer in her life.
She had practically escaped unscathed by her participation with the White Circle’s activities. Certainly, she was very grateful of how far she had made it and how many things had changed.